I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

The justice of Heaven is clear.

[Player "Chen Xi" defeated the "Paper Ghost"! Attack power permanently increased by 1 point (maximum 300 points)]!

Player "Chen Xi" has defeated the "Peeping Tom"! Attack power permanently increased by 1 point (maximum 300 points)

Chen Xi decisively opened fire, and three shots rang out, the bullets hitting the first few ghosts.

Paper dust rose from the ground, and the flying ash swirled and was sucked away by that strange "tornado".

Three gaps were punched in the front row, and ghosts immediately filled them in from behind, letting out a silent roar at Chen Xi.

"Find that hiding demon!"

Chen Xi didn't retreat even half a step. Instead, he pushed off with his right leg, using the rooftop as a spring to launch himself up, landing between his teammates and the ghosts.

The baton twirled nimbly in his hand, then slammed heavily onto the head of the nearest ghost in the next second!

Kang Xiaojia, Wang Lei, and Jiang Chen also raised their weapons to fight back, swinging their batons several times, each blow striking the ghost's joints—

Some of the slender ghosts were struck dozens of times before their shadows slowly faded away.

"There are too many, Captain!"

Jiang Chen was breathing rapidly, his forehead covered in sweat. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the mixed-race child:

"What's their backup plan? They couldn't have come in so confidently without any preparation, could they?!"

"Which rule did we break?!"

On the other side, the mixed-race child cried out for help, his voice a mixture of anger and fear:

"Why start killing without breaking the rules?!"

She was holding a dagger in her hand, which didn't look like it was purchased from the system store, but rather seemed to be a prop brought in from outside.

"I warned you long ago that staying here was dangerous!"

Chen Xi replied loudly:

"In this building, only vengeful ghosts kill according to the rules! Evil ghosts kill indiscriminately!"

The exit is blocked now. If you don't want to die, quickly find where that evil spirit is hiding!

She didn't have time to care whether mixed-race people believed it or not.

Chen Xi turned around and began searching for the evil spirit based on Chen Shulan's clues.

The ghosts on these rooftops are being manipulated by evil spirits, so there must be some detail about them—something they share with the evil spirits themselves.

By finding this common point, we can find the true form of the evil spirit.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Chen Xi swung his baton at the front of the ghost horde, briefly creating an opening.

She observed the ghosts intently.

They varied in height and build, and wore everything from funeral clothes to hospital gowns, from old-fashioned Tang suits to tattered work clothes, with no uniform characteristics.

Their movements, expressions, and voices were all synchronized, making them look like clay figures molded from the same mold.

Chen Xi had been focusing her attention on what was in front of her when Kang Xiaojia next to her loudly reminded her:

"Barefoot! Captain! They're all barefoot!"

Chen Xi focused his attention. These ghosts, no matter what they were dressed up in, no matter how gorgeous or tattered their clothes were.

Every ghost was barefoot on the cement floor, without wearing shoes.

Could this be a common point?

Chen Xi hadn't fully figured it out yet, but the next second, she listened intently, as if someone had whispered something in her ear.

That's too late.

Ghosts are endless, but human strength is finite.

They will eventually die on the rooftop.

Chen Xi immediately turned to look at his teammates, Kang Xiaojia, Wang Lei, and Jiang Chen. The three of them were surrounded by ghosts, and their faces were covered in sweat and ash.

"Believe me or not?"

The three of them nodded in unison.

Chen Xi untied the ropes binding her and Kang Xiaojia's wrists, then leaped into the horde of ghosts.

"team leader!!"

Kang Xiaojia let out a scream.

……

……

……

"team leader!!"

On the other side, the three of them were already struggling to hold on. Ashan collapsed to the ground, and the half-corpse was left aside.

The mixed-race man leaned against the railing, his chest heaving violently, the tip of the dagger in his hand slicing off a demon's head.

"If this continues, we'll die here!"

"My God!"

The priest growled and ripped the cross off his chest!

【Holy Light Cross (Silver): Once a relic of a devout believer on the London Underground, it casts holy light upon use, granting temporary protection from demonic influence for five minutes. (Uses: 8/10)】

The cross grew larger at a visible speed. Coleva raised the cross above his head with both hands and then plunged it downwards!

The bottom of the cross was driven hard into the cement ground, which sank in as easily as if it were tofu.

A faint golden light emanated from the cross, like a semi-transparent veil covering the three people.

The three of them huddled under the golden light, panting heavily.

The ghosts crashed into the light screen as if they had hit an invisible wall, bounced back, and then pounced on it again.

Holy light flowed, its brightness fluctuating.

"Hehehehe..."

"Hehehehe..."

The evil spirits hidden behind seemed to be enraged, and the horde of ghosts began to frantically crash into the light screen, one after another, like waves crashing against a transparent dam.

With her last shred of reason, Ashan scanned the rooftop outside the circle of light, her voice trembling slightly: "They're gone."

"Who?" the mixed-race child asked.

"Chen Xi... and all her people, have disappeared."

Ah Shan's voice was somewhat numb: "Where did they go? Are they ghosts, or did they deliberately lure us up here?"

The mixed-race child, dressed in heavy clothing, looked out from behind the light screen.

The horde of ghosts was still crashing down, but the four members of Chen Xi's team had indeed disappeared.

The spot where they had been standing was swallowed up by the horde of ghosts.

However, there was no death notification.

In that instant, countless possibilities flashed through the mixed-race person's mind:

They were torn apart by the demons.

Or perhaps they escaped while they were besieged.

The last possibility sent a chill down her spine.

If Chen Xi's men have already escaped, then she, the priest, and Ashan are the bait left behind.

"We've been scammed."

Ashan was devastated, looking at the half-dead body. "They deliberately lured us to the rooftop so that we would die here."

"That doesn't make sense."

The mixed-race woman spoke, but her tone was not firm.

The priest shook his head, as if denying Ah-Shan's existence, or perhaps offering a final prayer:

"The Holy Light item can only last for a maximum of three minutes."

"We will be torn to pieces in three minutes."

As soon as the words were spoken, the holy light gradually dimmed, and where it disappeared, bare feet stepped on it.

The horde of ghosts grew larger and larger, thicker and thicker.

It was as if it had attracted all the ghosts in the entire building.

The exit was only ten steps away from them, but the three of them had no chance of breaking through.

Just as the mixed-race child's mind was in chaos, a hand suddenly reached in from outside the holy light.

The hand reached out from the ghost and suddenly covered her mouth.

The mixed-race child turned around in alarm, only to see the face of a strange woman—

His face was covered in black ash, revealing a pair of slightly sharp eyes.

Then, she was dragged out of the holy light.

"!"

The mixed-race woman instinctively retaliated; her right hand flashed with the glint of a dagger, the blade tracing an arc in the air—

Her thrust was swift and ruthless, the tip of the knife aimed straight for her opponent's ribs.

But her opponent was faster. One hand accurately gripped her wrist, and the thumb pressed on the nerve inside her wrist bone with a force as strong as an iron clamp!

The dagger flew out of one hand and landed in another.

Kang Xiaojia, whose face was also smeared with paper ash, gripped the dagger tightly, showing no intention of returning it.

Wang Lei and Jiang Chen also smeared incense ash on their faces and mingled among the ghosts.

……

"I am Chen Xi. Don't make a sound."

The mixed-race child heard the strange woman speak.

Her heart pounded, and reason told her it was true—those eyes, that way of speaking in a low voice, were exactly the same as the woman who had taught them taboos in the hallway.

But her intuition screamed: No. No.

Chen Xi doesn't look like this.

What should Chen Xi look like?

The next second, the mixed-race person's vision suddenly blurred.

She seemed to see a woman in a white dress riding on Chen Xi's shoulders.

The woman's face was covered with a white cloth, obscuring her features—but she was smiling.

The woman in white cloth placed her hand on Chen Xi's head, their posture intimate like that of a mother and child.

The mixed-race child's hair stood on end.

Was it Chen Xi who ultimately pulled her out?

Or... a living person controlled by an evil spirit?